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Zheng Yan is a mild-mannered person. Four years ago, Hua Cinu, a soft-sword dancer who was famous in the royal capital, passed away. Before she passed away, she called Zheng Yan.Hua Cinu said that he painted people so beautifully, but she will not be beautiful when she dies, and Zheng Yan will never draw her beautifully again—so Zheng Yan, who was still an apprentice in the painting garden at that time, held her I swore with my hand that I would never paint a living person again.

With such temperament, Zheng Yan and Zhou Han made an appointment to meet at Andingmen, and went outing together. When Zhou Han passed by, Zheng Yan hadn’t arrived yet, so He Lian Shuoben wanted to go, but after the agreement, he suddenly sent a letter to Zheng Yan to confirm the appointment. .The blue-bone willows outside the city wall swayed slightly with the wind, and the distant mountains were hidden in the missing branches of the willows. Zhou Han was fascinated by the thick greenery, and the spring breeze was passionate, blowing the branches to disturb the green waves.

Zheng Yan led the white steed and came over, wearing a round-neck shirt with a white ground and bright brocade and a red lining, and a gauze dress outside, which attracted everyone's attention.The first day broke through the clouds behind him, and he saw Zhou Han from a distance, and waved happily to Zhou Han.Zhou Han thought that Qin Minzhi was called away by Su Shangshu today, and he recovered after being called by Zheng Yan.

"Hanzhi, Xiaoqian has a private matter and won't come!" Zheng Yan got on his horse, pulled the reins and walked side by side with Zhou Han, "The beauties in Wangdu are often sick, smiling like caries, and walking like bending their waists. Go out for a walk today, I So happy."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and picked a branch of peach blossoms, pulled the rein and changed the direction, leaned over and gave the flowers to the child who was still in his mother's arms, "Hanzhi, I heard from Chen Shuibu that you are very good at equestrian skills. If you shoot a peach blossom from outside, you can catch it with a horse. But I am a person who will not admit defeat, and there are few people on the road now, why don't you compete with me?" After finishing speaking, he rode away without waiting for Zhou Han's response. Let the wind pass by the side of his face.

Along the way there were endless singing birds, wild flowers blooming like pears like snow, Zhou Han chased after the figure and rushed over without admitting defeat.But Zheng Yan treasured his own hand, and his palms ached after pulling the rein for a long time, so he hurriedly reined in the rein and called Zhou Han to stop, and let the horse under his crotch walk slowly towards the steep place of Baiyun and Qingshan.

There are many strange trees at the foot of Mt. Gaowei. The branches and leaves are dense and shaded. Follow the flowing water into the mountain.

Shishui rushes out of Moxiatan. At the beginning, there are overlapping peaks and the sound of flowing water. Before arriving at Moxiatan, the clear water falls from the cliff, spraying pearls and jade, which is amazing to the eyes and ears.The water color of Moxiatan is deep blue, as blue as a duck's head and as Langgan. Although it is not wide, it is not bottomless. It is rumored that there are giant scales that should not be offended.There is a stone carving of a reclining Buddha beside the pool. The Buddha statue has been covered with a layer of moss after a long time of water vapor.

Zheng Yan has studied Buddhist painting for many years, and has a lot of experience in the art of Buddhist statues. After looking at the reclining Buddha for a long time, he joked: "This Buddha is loose-clothed, graceful, and thin. I guess the world was miserable at that time, and this Buddha was so tired of saving people that he closed his eyes and lay down. By the way, I heard that there is a corpse of King Li in this water, but I am not from Wangdu, so I don’t know exactly, Han Chico heard of it?"

Zhou Han grew up in the capital when he was young, so he naturally heard stories about ghosts and monsters near the capital, so he gave a soft "hmm", "It is recorded in "Continued Qi Harmony" that in ancient times, a big kun jumped out of Nanming, And dying of thirst, bones turn into mountains and rivers, flesh turns into vegetation, eyes turn into ink box pools, tears turn into water, Mt. Takao is foggy in summer, and when the wind blows and the fog blows, it is the breath of the dead souls of big fish."

He touched the clear water as he spoke, but he didn't feel how cold the deep water was. "As for the matter of King Li, I once enjoyed the cool at my uncle's house when I was young. I heard it from my uncle, but I forgot which treasure scroll it is from." I remember. It is rumored that King Li was forced into the palace by his courtiers, jumped into the ink box pool and committed suicide. After death, he turned into a giant scale, cursing the overthrow of the common people. The monk Bodhiliuzhi turned into a reclining Buddha here, and subdued the King Li at the bottom of the water."

"If all the stories about gods and monsters are told during the day, they will be [-]% less weird. Hanzhi's uncle will pick the time to tell this kind of story. In my opinion, the best time to tell a story is on a rainy night. Underneath, it’s good to have wind and rain.” Zheng Yan threw water and boulders into the pond, and the stones jumped three or four times before sinking, “It seems that King Li was suppressed and didn’t want to come out. You and I go up the mountain. , there is the Dragon Yutai and the Shangqing Palace on the mountain, I don’t know if you and I will shed the vulgar bones if we walk over there.”

Zhou Han laughed after hearing this, "I think I can't get rid of my vulgar bones. I have been to the mountains many times when I was a child, and I haven't become a fairy yet. If Cheng Hui becomes a fairy, I will take your horse back. , but troublesome."

Zheng Yan immediately waved his hands after hearing this, "Hanzhi's words are wrong. I am afraid of death, but I don't want to become a fairy. I like my mortal heart the most. I love and hate in my life. Immortals live forever, but they don't die. Foreign matter. It is because people will die that they have the endless troubles of the seven emotions and six desires, as well as the desire for pleasure. Without troubles, I don’t know what pleasure is. I am really greedy for this world, even if there are thousands of bad things in the world, I still like it .”

Zhou Han was startled when he heard what Zheng Yan said, Qin Minzhi also said that he likes the human world, but Qin Minzhi said that he puts the mountains and rivers in the last place, and more important than the mountains and rivers are the people who live in the mountains and rivers - among them There is also his future sweetheart.

What will Rong Gu's sweetheart look like?Thinking about it, Zhou Han suddenly felt a little bored, shook his head and walked back to the main road with Zheng Yan, and walked up the mountain along the way.

The sky is clear and bright, and there are no shadows.The Shenlong Yutai is on the mountainside of Gaowei Mountain, which is dedicated to Yunjun Pingyi.Among the eighteen treasures of the royal capital, there are four scenic spots in Mt. Takao: when the rain stops quickly, looking east from the top of Mt. When it blows past, there is a breeze in the Lvyuan Mirror Pool; and you can see the wind of thousands of valleys and pine trees all year round from under the Shenlong Yutai.

The milk and almond tea of ​​Shenlong Yutai tastes very good. After drinking it, I can feel my mouth full of fragrance and my cheeks moist. Zhou Han bought two bowls of almond tea and handed Zheng Yan a bowl.

Zheng Yan leaned against the old Yangai pine in the courtyard to drink tea and rest, "Hanzhi, do you remember when you were a child?"

Zhou Han was puzzled, "Why do you ask such a question?"

"I remember that once your father carried Shuli on his shoulders up the mountain, and the teacher and Mr. Zhou who carried Shuli walked in front. At that time, I had no strength and couldn't reach the top of the mountain. You pushed me up. .” Zheng Yan squeezed his shoulders, and continued:

"Don't you have an older sister who lived in your grandfather's house for several years. She is your aunt's daughter. She is three years older than you. She can't speak but writes beautifully. She got sick and died when you were 13. She died After that, you cried for a long time and wrote a sacrificial letter, and the whole king knew about your sadness. At that time, I just met you and came to Mount Gaowei with you. You didn’t say anything, just walked with your head down.” Zheng Yan turned Looking at Tiandao, "I see you are so sad, and I heard you say that your sister is good-looking, so I kept it in my heart for a long time, and I wanted to see her... Later, I saw her, and she is beautiful, just... what should I do?" explain."

Zhou Han smiled. When he was a child, he introduced Ajie as a confidant, thinking that the two little friends were talking about him and Ajie, and he blushed for a long time after telling Ajie that he liked him—he remembered that he would not comfort her at that time. People, but they are very courageous, and said to Sister: "Even if you can't talk, Sister, it doesn't matter. I will tell my mother that I like you and want to marry you. After I marry you, you will always be with me. When the time comes I'll scold whoever says you're bad." Although Zhou Han doesn't know how to scold.

It’s just that my elder sister passed away too early, and now Zhou Han can’t remember her appearance very well. He only remembers that his elder sister is tall, with a graceful figure, a plain face like jade, Shi Zhi is ugly, and her good handwriting is not inferior to that of a man.Although Zhou Han has forgotten the appearance of the elder sister, he still remembers the throbbing when he expressed his heart, and when he thinks of the elder sister who died early, he just feels sad.However, the people in the clan said that his elder sister was infected with the plague, and it was not appropriate to visit after her death, and they refused to tell him where her elder sister was buried. So Zhou Han could only sigh in vain, and traveled all over Beimang in Qingming, not knowing where to offer sacrifices to Qingming. Qing.

Zhou Han said: "Thank you for remembering, I must have met you and sister in a dream."

Zheng Yan coughed a few times, "Don't you think Lord Qin and your sister look alike?"

Zhou Han was taken aback, "Aunt... I have no cousins, and my aunt only has two daughters."

"Master Qin is the grandson of Du Wenzhenggong. Wen Zhenggong was falsely accused of treason and imprisoned, and committed suicide in prison. King Mengdong and Zhou Shangshu were worried that Wen Zhenggong's grandson would be implicated, so Zhou Shangshu disguised Wen Zhenggong's little grandson as a girl in the prison. In the name of my sister. Later, the late Emperor tried to find Wenzhenggong’s grandson for Wenzheng’s justice. After searching for several years, he failed to find Wenzhenggong’s grandson. Later, he rebelled against the thieves and the remnants of the party, and the rehabilitated families—except for Du Wenzhenggong’s family who had no one left—were implicated again. This unjust case was not rehabilitated until the eighth year of Kaiyou in this dynasty—in the ninth year of Kaiyou, King Mengdong found his grandson." Zheng Yan said.

Seeing Zheng Yan's casual words, Zhou Han didn't take Zheng Yan's words to heart, "Qin Shilang is Wen Zhenggong's grandson—the son of Qin Kuiyang Lord Qin and the grandson of King Mengdong. Qin Lord died early, Qin Shilang should He must have grown up with his grandfather since he was a child, probably because King Mengdong refused to speak out because of Wenzheng's injustice many years ago."

"No. I remember that your sister is good-looking. A few years ago, I always remembered to burn some paper for your sister during Qingming, lest no one would remember her in the underworld." Zheng Yan lazily leaned against the pine tree, "But the year before last I I went to burn paper for your sister, and met Mr. Qin who was going to visit Wen Zhenggong’s grave. He even mentioned you—I thought he shouldn’t have seen you, and I didn’t know what to say, so I said you have a sister, and I burned it for her. Some papers. Master Qin thanked me and said that I don't need to burn any more papers, he looks just like your sister."

"Same...what do you mean?" Zhou Han was stunned, looking into the distance, not knowing what to say for a moment.

The author has something to say: "Continued Qi Harmony" is purely fictional~

The branches and leaves are dense and shaded, and the skin is dry and vigorous. ——Xue Xuan's "Journey to the Dragon Gate"

I traveled thirty miles all over Beimang, but I don't know where to bury Qingqing. (If I remember correctly, the original text is this) ——Su Manshu's "The Story of the Wild Goose"